Engulfed

The devastating Psionic Energy shockwave was abruptly separated from Titus's soul by an even more powerful force just a second before it was about to shatter him.

A figure appeared before Titus ' eyes.

The figure was blue, the same color as his own armor, but deeper and more vast, like the starry sky itself.

The figure was imposing, with a dignified face and eyes like burning stars.

Guilliman.

It is not Psionic Energy projection, nor a remote communication, but a true, light-year-long protection of the Primarch's offspring.

Guilliman sat on the throne of Terra, his eyes suddenly snapping open.

That gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced through the void, through the Warp, and through all barriers, landing on the battlefield being destroyed by the Psionic Energy shockwave.

He reached out his hand.

The movement was unremarkable, like shooing away an annoying flying insect.

But the next moment, the psionic shockwave, Psionic Energy to tear a planet apart, crashed back like a wave hitting an iron wall.

It surged back towards the self-destructing mother worm at an even faster speed than it had come.

They surged toward the struggling swarms of insects.

They surged towards every corner of the fleet.

Wherever the reverse shockwave passed, the swarm of insects vanished like paper.

Those once invincible Hive Tyrant couldn't even last a second in the shockwave, and were torn into the most basic biomolecules.

The guardian swarm that once protected the mother insect was completely vaporized in the reverse shockwave, as if it had never existed.

The Zoanthrope and Neurothrope hiding behind the fleet tried to fight back with their Psionic Energy, but their barriers crumbled instantly in the face of Guilliman's power, like paper meeting flames.

In its final moments of perception, the tentacles of the Great Devourer clearly "saw" all of this.

Only one thought remained in its mind: What is this thing...? What is that blue figure...?

Then, the reverse shockwave engulfed it.

Its last vestige of consciousness was completely erased.

Silence reigned on the battlefield.

That silence is not death, but rebirth.

It is the tranquility after destruction, the serenity after the storm, the brief respite before the battlefield enters its final stage.

Titus hovered in the void, watching the swarm of insects being swallowed by the reverse shockwave, and the disintegrating remains of the mother insect.

Is it all over?

No.

It's not over yet.

Because Guilliman's voice rang in his ears.

The voice didn't come through a communication channel or Psionic Energy projection; it resonated directly deep within his soul.

That is the deepest connection between the Primarch and its offspring, a direct dialogue between the Gene-Father and his son.

"Titus."

The voice was calm, yet it contained supreme majesty.

"My son."

Titus's body trembled slightly.

You did a great job.

Guilliman's voice continued, "But the battle is not over. The Queen may be destroyed, but there are still more Hive Ship, more Tyranids creatures, and more enemies to be eliminated."

Titus's gaze swept across the battlefield—indeed, the surging shockwave had destroyed the mother worm, its surrounding escorts, and the very core of the fleet.

But on this vast battlefield, countless swarms of insects are scattered everywhere, still locked in combat with the Ultramarines.

The battle is far from over.

"So--"

Guilliman paused slightly. "I will give you another blessing."

Titus's eyes widened suddenly.

A blessing?

He already had a blessing—a physical blessing that made his armor indestructible.

What would be another one?

"The first blessing is that your enemies cannot harm you."

Guilliman's voice was like a divine pronouncement. "The second blessing—is to make you fearless."

The words had barely left his mouth.

A beam of light surged from distant Terra.

The light traversed countless light-years, crossed the Chaos of the Warp, pierced the darkness of the void, and landed precisely on Titus.

At that moment, Titus felt it.

He felt an unprecedented power surging into his body.

That wasn't physical strength—although it was strengthening his muscles, bones, and nerves.

That wasn't a power at the Psionic Energy level—although that power was also enhancing his perception, will, and soul.

That is deeper, more essential, and more—invincible.

At that moment, fear vanished completely from his heart.

It's not about suppression, overcoming, or defeating.

Instead, it disappeared.

It's as if fear has never existed deep within his genes.

It's as if the concept of fear has completely lost its meaning for him.

It was as if the source of fear was nothing but dust before him.

Titus hovered in the void, enveloped in golden light.

His eyes were like burning stars.

His face was calm and serene.

His soul is invincible.

From the communication channel came Cato Sicarius's astonished voice. "Titus? You... what's wrong with you?"

Titus did not answer.

He merely turned his head slightly to look at the swarm of insects in the distance.

Looking towards the Hive Ship.

I looked at the Tyranids creatures that were still struggling.

Look at all that needs to be destroyed.

Then, he moved.

At that moment, all the Ultramarines were still fighting stopped what they were doing.

They all looked in the same direction—the direction where Titus was.

In their eyes, there was shock, awe, and a deep sense of pride.

Because that was their company commander.

That was Demetrian Titus.

That is the Master of the Watch, the Watcher of Ultramar.

That is—becoming something beyond existence...

Titus's speed has surpassed the limits of vision.

One second he was still in the same spot; the next second he was standing in front of a Hive Ship thousands of miles away.

That Hive Ship was comparable in size to Imperium cruiser.

Its surface is covered with a thick biological carapace, its interior is teeming with countless life processes, and it is surrounded by layers of protective insect swarms.

It was the largest remaining unit in the Hive Fleet Leviathan, and the last hope of the Hive Mind in this star system.

Titus looked at it.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a stone, a handful of soil, or a speck of dust.

He reached out his hand.

The movement was unremarkable, like reaching for a glass of water on the table.

But the moment his fingers touched the surface of the Hive Ship —the thick biological carapace tore apart like paper.

That solid biological structure collapsed like tofu.

The enormous creature's body exploded like a crushed egg.

Titus's figure disappeared inside the Hive Ship.

Wherever he went, everything was destroyed.

The Tyranids creatures, still in their gestation stages, were torn apart in the incubation chamber.

The biological organs responsible for maintaining the ship's operation were crushed one by one.

The guard swarms that tried to resist couldn't even get close to him—his mere presence, with its invisible and intangible pressure, caused their biological structures to begin to collapse.

This is invincible.

This is absolute, unsolvable, and unstoppable invincibility.

It was Guilliman's second blessing to him.

Three minutes later, the Hive Ship completely disintegrated.

Countless fragments of life floated in the vacuum, like the remnants of stars.

Among those fragments, some were still wriggling slightly—the last struggle of the Hive Mind, an attempt to reorganize, to regenerate, to try—but to no avail.

The figure of Titus slowly emerged from the fragments.

There wasn't a single scar on his body.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

He merely turned his head slightly, looking down at the next Hive Ship.

Then, he moved again.

The second Hive Ship, two minutes later.

The third Hive Ship, one minute.

The fourth Hive Ship, 30 seconds.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh heads—time is decreasing, and efficiency is increasing.

Because Titus is getting stronger and stronger.

That blessing was not merely "invincible"; it was constantly activating the dormant potential within Titus, continuously raising his limits, and transforming him from a "powerful Space Marines" into something closer to the Primarch.

Ten minutes later, there were no more intact Hive Ship left on the battlefield.

All the giant creatures were destroyed by Titus himself.

All the Tyranids mothers were torn apart by Titus's own hands.

All the swarm cores were personally wiped out by Titus.

The surviving Tyranids creatures, having lost their mothership, their mothership, and their core, began to descend into chaos.

They no longer cooperate, no longer coordinate, and no longer execute any tactics.

They just scatter blindly, like ants whose nests have been destroyed.